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Fairytale Of New York 
Medium
by The Pogues
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It was christmas eve babe
in the tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I my face away
and about you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they howled out for more
was swinging,
all the were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were singing "galway bay"
and the were ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells out
for christmas day
I been someone
well so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I first found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've my dreams you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
in the tank
an old man to me, won't see another one
and he sang a song
the rare old mountain dew
I my face away
and about you
Got on a lucky one
came in eighteen to one
I've got a feeling
this year's for me and you
so happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
when all our come true
They've got cars big as bars
they've got rivers of gold
but the wind goes right through you
it's no place for the old
when you first took my hand
on a christmas eve
you promised me
broadway was waiting for me
You handsome
you were pretty
queen of new york city
the band finished playing
they howled out for more
was swinging,
all the were singing
we kissed on a corner
then danced through the night
The boys of the choir
were singing "galway bay"
and the were ringing out
for christmas day
You're a bum
you're a punk
you're an old on junk
lying there almost dead on a drip in bed
you scumbag, you maggot
you cheap lousy faggot
happy christmas arse
I pray god it's our last
the boys of the choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells out
for christmas day
I been someone
well so could anyone
you took my dreams from me
when I first found you
I them with me babe
I put them with my own
can't it all alone
I've my dreams you
The boys of the nypd choir
still singing "galway bay"
and the bells are ringing out
for christmas day
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